So I saw my... not best friend. High school best friend? Best-friend-in-reduced-capacity? My RC friend. I hadn't seen her in forever so I was eager to spend time with her.
It was okay. I'm comfortable with her. I'm comfortable not ringing the doorbell and just coming into her house, taking off my shoes and going up to her room. I'm comfortable waking up in the morning and going downstairs and making myself milo and cereal. I'm cool with taking her pets out of their cages and playing with them, or I don't know... anything.
But we aren't best friends anymore. Not because we don't want to be but because we just don't suit each other anymore. I feel like there are just these little things that we just... I don;t know... look at each other in polite bemusement, rather than just being on the same page. Being around her wasn't bad, but I have mor fun with others. I'm not saying goodbye to her, but I accept that things have changed. Just like me and my ex boyfriend, or just like me and he-who-must-not-be-named, relationships evolve and devolve and that's life.
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